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Now his hands were on her hips, nudging her closer and closer. “You’re the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met. But what does that have to do with giving me head?”
“I wouldn’t want to be found wanting. Or to find you thinking of someone else—”
One long finger pressed against her mouth to quiet her, his blue eyes full of that wildfire she hadn’t seen in so long. He drew a line down her body, from her mouth to her throat to her chest and down...watching her with hooded eyes. “I’ll gladly take whatever you give me, Pree. In this or anything else.”
“Yeah?” she said, arching her back into his touch, some wild thing inside her responding to the quiet declaration.
“Yes, Starling.” His mouth went to her shoulders. His teeth grazed her pulse, his rough hands continuously roaming, stroking, touching and cupping every inch of her. Hands on her hips, he lifted her. Priya let out a cry when his mouth opened and sucked in her taut nipple.
On and on, he continued the caress, switching between her breasts, sometimes ravenous, sometimes so agonizingly gentle that she thought she might explode simply from that. His hands and lips and tongue, they played her, stroking her higher and higher, until release hovered just there... But he didn’t push her over the edge. Instead, he brought her down and then pushed her back up, again and again, until she was damp all over, sobbing, begging for release.
“I’m selfish,” he whispered against her shoulders.
“How?” Priya asked on a broken breath.
“I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you. I want to feel you all around me.”
“Please, then come inside me now, Christian. I’ve waited so long for you.”
Now he was gently spreading her legs apart until she was straddling him, and then his erection was caught between his belly and hers and Priya instantly arched her spine, wanting more, needing to be closer.
His thumb found its way in between their bodies. Down, down, down, until it reached her sensitized clit and began its magic all over again. Teasing and taunting, readying her.
His hands were everywhere; his legs caged her, his chest held her. She felt enveloped by him, his warmth, his heat, his desire. Their hearts thudded in unison.
His open mouth pressed against her temple and he dragged it down to her cheek, to her jaw, to her neck, to her shoulder and then back up again. Priya moaned when his mouth found hers. The kiss was so gentle, so tender that a sob built in her chest again.
“Pree?”
“Hmm?” she said, her own hands spanning his broad back, tracing the line of his spine, to the divot above his hard buttocks. She could spend an entire lifetime doing this with him. And not just the sex. But this intimacy, this give-and-take, this joy, this pleasure, this pure feeling of being gloriously alive.
Putty in his hands, Priya felt him lift her up. His mouth searched for hers just as he notched his shaft at her entrance, and he whispered, “Happy anniversary, Starling.”
All the while watching her. His blue eyes devoured her, noting every soft gasp and moan, every arch and ripple that swept through her, his mouth nibbling away at hers.
That first thrust in was like hanging on the edge of heaven. Her belly contracted, her thighs clenched as he fed himself into her, inch by inch. His shoulders were so tense under her fingers.
Impatience swirled over her skin. She’d been empty, so empty for so long. In her heart and soul and in her body. Gripping his shoulders tight, her nails pricking his skin, Priya thrust herself down. And then he was home. All the way home.
She jerked at the alien, almost painful feeling of him. At how big and hard and tight he felt inside her—almost uncomfortably so. How he filled her every inhale and exhale, how she could feel him in her very heart...
His curse boomeranged around them, the pleasure in his voice clearly contrary to his disapproval at what she’d just done.
Only then did Priya look down at him. Their bodies were damp and locked tight against each other, their hearts thundering away in unison. And she knew why he’d chosen this position. Because he wanted to see her face when he took her.
If only he’d let himself have her, if only he would see what was in her eyes...
“Christian?” His name on her lips came out like a little sob, a request. For what, she had no idea. She didn’t know why or how she could feel so tightly wound up and also loose in a way she’d never felt before. How intimate and soul baring this was.
He looked at her then, and his blue eyes were aglow with an emotion Priya never remembered seeing before. His fingers pushed away a sweaty tendril of hair from her temple. A soft buss at that spot made tears swell up in her throat. It had nothing to do with passion and want, but everything to do with what she didn’t want to say. What she was terrified to give voice to. What she needed from him but was afraid would never be on offer.
“Is it okay like this? Am I hurting you? Do you want me to pull out?” he asked with concern.
“I’ll kill you if you do,” she said, and he laughed with relief. “No, this is good. This is...better than good. This is heaven, Christian.”
His head leaned back against the headboard, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Tilting her head, Priya kissed the hollow at his throat. “Tell me please. Tell me...how it feels to you.”
His eyes flicked open and he was smiling. But she didn’t miss the shadow there. That in a matter of seconds, he’d swallowed his instinctive response. “It feels so good that every muscle in me is begging me to move, Starling. Shall we?”
